Silence

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Never proud in death’s sad embrace,
And when the winds blow and the harsh rains descend,
The soul doth but meekly ascend.

Here but a few moments in fleeting time,
When it is time to go, we do not mend,
As the hourglass comes to its crushing end.

Nothing to say about such a journey…
No soothing comment for who must follow.
Silence — the only reply from the cavernous hollow.

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Published by Henry Barnard

I am a voracious reader and also enjoy writing. I often have a very different point of view than the popular one. I do see value in debate, and thought it might add to the public debate on controversial issues if I were to express my contrarian opinions. I also started keeping my poems recently (I've written little pieces my whole adult life but never kept any); and I've been a photographer now for over 25 years. So I will be adding an occasional poem and hopefully interesting photograph to the blog along the way, just to spice things up.

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